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I call and I listen to the resonance of his soul

It clouds my clear vision of the waning moon of Gaia


Dawn fades and I follow

The winding of heathen horns

Should I fill with sorrow?

As the forest wakes from it's sleep


Awakening the forest before my time here comes to an end

For I want to see this beauty before my mind's eye does transcend


He stands in the clearing

His fur still sodden with dew

My time's dispappearing

Soon I'll meet with those I have loved